I never understood why so many people thought I was smart, maybe it was because of my poetry or good grades, but -and especially right now- everyone was completely wrong.
I was stupider than a fish trying to climb a tree.
*Emrys’ POV*I loved my 1967 black Mustang Fastback, don’t get me wrong, but it was nice to have a car that would be warm a few mi
"Celeste?" A familiar voice spoke behind me, their footsteps echoing off the marble flooring, and turning around I was relieved to see a distraught Laker; his leather jacket almost zipped up entirely against his dark navy shirt, brown hair crazy.Thanking the Moon Goddess silently, I met him halfway and forced a smile. "Laker, what a
"I was seven years old when I was first sent to your house permanently," Emrys stated, his arm resting atop the silver mantle above the fireplace, the flames of orange our only light source and warmth as I watched one of his fingers tap the mantle silently.Sitting comfortably on one of my legs which was folded beneath me, my
Chelsa looked surprised when I opened the heavy, wooden door as she probably expected my sleeping mate to answer instead of me; I smiled at her, my hands tightening the robe over my now covered naked body.After last night's talk, and both of us apologizing countless times, we let our bodies express the words that we didn’t kno
An eerily silence that was hauntingly familiar surrounded me as I dived into the deep, ink colored water, the rope on my wrist dancing with each stroke downwards, my arms butterflying in the bone aching water and I couldn’t help but try and push out the memories of the last time I had been swimming.
"I much enjoy this," Princess Emily smiled gently, her lips painted a calm pink that was identical to her gown; Prince Anton let his sapphire blue eyes find his mates with ease."I hope we were not invading your time by a
*Emrys’ POV*My sword whistled through the brittle air, Arrow in front of me struggled to keep up, and a part of me pitied the boy who h
Arrow's mocha orbs met my blue ones with worry as I fastened my leather brace upon my new fighting leathers, anger from my conversation with my sister and not mother, Linda, set